We Saw you

Suspense Stories | Feb 25, 2013 | 4 min read
32 Votes, average: 3 out of 5
For Oliver, love you, son. Always.

I am scared. I am thinking of the worst possible scenario and it's really freaking me out. I have closed all the blinds in the house and the doors and windows are bolted shut. I have got the radio on, I like to listen to Erasure. At the moment they are singing about a 'Blue Savannah.' The music blocks out their ability to hear what I am thinking. Because they have been probing and searching my mind for clues. They know.
They are outside, looking up at the flat; they have long overcoats on, and Derby hats. Their collars are pulled up top their ears; the only thing I can see is the pinpoint glow of their green eyes. They are here to get me because I have noticed them. I spotted them.
I first noticed them about three weeks ago. I parked my car on the Asda car park facing the old mill (which is now apartments) and lit a cigarette. I usually did this; with my Erasure CD on, listening to Andy Bell and his sweet voice, and not forgetting the great music of Vince Clarke. They soothed me. I listened and smoked, it was late, about eleven, and I noticed something move just inside my peripheral vision. It was fleeting, just a movement that I took to be a bat or something, it was on the towpath that led onto the canal. Then I saw.
It was about seven feet high. It had a Derby hat on and a long, black overcoat. It had large Wellington boots on, the sort that came up and over the knees. It was stood staring at me. I couldn't see any other facial features, only bright green eyes and they pierced right through me. It had something in its hand (claws?) and it looked like a small child. The child was dead, his or her throat had been severed, it seemed to be hanging on just by the flap of skin at the back of the neck. I nearly pissed my pants. I started the engine and prepared to drive, but fear gripped me. I looked again. It's eyes grew brighter and when I started to drive, it pointed and snarled. Then it turned and ran down the tow path towards the canal.

I drove home.

That was three weeks ago, and ever since I have been noticing signs of their presence. They have been in my flat, that I am sure, because I came home about two days after the car park incident and found muddy footprints all over my flat. There were scratch marks on my wallpaper and a note left on my kitchen counter, weighed down by a dead bird. I carefully drew the note from underneath the bird, the stench of putrefaction gagging me, and read the note. It had been written with a crayon and it looked like a child had written it. It read: 'We saw you, Lee, we saw you parked there, watching us. I am not alone. And soon, you won't be alone, either. We can't let you tell of what you saw, you can never reveal anything. We are coming for you, Lee, WE ARE COMING.'
Now, as I peer through the blinds and the last of the light is dwindling from the sky, I can see three of them. More are appearing on Mary Street. They are huge and foreboding. Erasure are in the background, Andy Bell proclaiming that he 'Always wants to be with me.' I am pretty sure my time is soon, because I sense them in the flat, too. I found a claw print on my bedsheets this morning. It was bloody and muddy. I tried to tell people, but they know of my mental health past and shrugged it off ad a delusion. Maybe I should just wait. Maybe I could kill myself, and spare the pain of being torn apart. Maybe I could run. Maybe.
The front door has just opened. I was pretty sure I bolted that shut. Next, the living room door will open, and they will come in, salivating and snarling....Erasure take me away from this hell, the soothing music....I can smell canal water now. Thick and musty. And rotting human flesh.
I can hear the heavy breath of them. There are hundreds of the outside.
Ah, 'Sometimes' is playing now. I always liked that song.
Fuck, there goes the kitchen window. Above me, the tenants are screaming, and I can hear them tearing flesh. I am going to sit down now. I am going to sit down and close my eyes, because they are smashing through my living room door now. It's cracking and splintering.
Please God, make it quick...
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